Time to write another poem
A new poem
About how tired I am.

Time to write a poem
A new poem
About how annoyed I am.

I have to contain it.
I hate it.
This feeling.

They don't mean anything by it.
I just need to try this,
Try a new phase in life.

I'm of age
Wanting to turn the page in this
Interesting story of mine.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to fast.
I feel like I should stop, read my book
And heed others' warnings,
Before I step on the gas.

But, it's RIGHT THERE
Right in my grasp.
But, so far away
This moment HAS to last.

A new place
New things to call mine
It will happen,
I just have to give it some time.

I feel like a child who's looking right at the candy,
But, is separated by a clear slate of glass.

A teenager, watching the clock
5 'till
The hand has come to a complete stop.

Then, I realize
That a day has gone by.
I'm finally a day closer.

A bittersweet feeling I cannot describe
The bitter thing is
As the time has gone by,

So has lives.

That hurts. The worst.
Why can't I enjoy the moment?
Praise the past?
And brace for impact for the future?

So, now, I will promise myself.
To, yes, brace for impact.
Praise the past.
And enjoy the moment, no matter.

Let the batteries fall from the clock
And hold the hand
Right where it stands.

I will be the child
Excited for my candy, the future.
But, I will look at my reflection
In the clear coated glass.
Smiling.
And bracing for impact.